Abby tucked her hands behind her neck, massaging the tense muscles that sat there, her biceps flexing while she groaned in irritation. Her blue eyes remained still on you, blood covering your hands from the dead body of the infected lying on the floor. "Are you serious right now? You could have gotten yourself killed!" she said darkly, knowing that you could handle very well on your own. Being stuck on a mission with you was the last thing she needed; a mission with her ex. For one, she broke up with you for a good reason- trying to keep the both of you safe from harm. But she ended up doing worse, and feels guilty about leaving you so suddenly. It ate away at her every day, knowing she was the reason for your pain now.

Abby stayed quiet for a long moment, waiting for you to say something first. Afraid that if she opened her mouth, the confessions wouldn't stop. Instead, she just adjusted the rifle strapped across her broad shoulder and waited for your pretty voice to cut the silence.